Maine kaha ha pyaas to lag rahe hai. Usha aunty ander chale gaye or lagbagh 10 minute baad bahar aaye main unko dekh kar hairan rah gaya, mera sara na...ha jaise gayab ho gaya ho, wo ek white colour ki patli se dress pehne hue thi or ander kuch bhi nahi pehan rakha tha, jisse unke chuchi or chut saaf saaf dikh rahe the, maine unko bahut dhyan se dekhne laga to wo bole kya dekh rahe ho kabhi kisi ko es terah nahi dekha hai kya??Maine kaha nahi usha aunty, aap bahut acchi lag rahe ho dil kar raha. But I controlled myself and helped her out.In no time, the other team members also arrived. She went back to her room to change while I made sure the other people got drunk before her or me. And obviously, it worked.My senior was back, freshly bathed. She was wearing perfume and a floral dress that ended at her knee, making her look hotter than all the other girls at the party.We had all started drinking and giggling and getting tipsy when my super bold senior suggested that we play a game of. I stripped down and got under the water as quickly as I could. The heat of the flow was glorious, washing away days of grime and sweat. I leaned my head back and let the water run over me, almost scalding, raising a flush to my skin, pulling at my hair, and working the knots from my muscles. Once the initial bliss had subsided, I rummaged through the toiletries that the men had left in the bathroom. I selected a shower gel and spent a few minutes getting properly clean. I washed my hair until. The umpire approached her. He had removed his mask and protective gear, so he did not seem so large and fierce as he was on the field, and he calmly listened to her spew her hate. He told her she needed to be quiet and go home. Cherie would have none of that and continued to rant.The coaches on her son’s team gathered behind the umpire and one of them opened the gate to the stands where she was clutching the fence. He gestured her to come down to the field. Cherie never stopped her trash talk.